Kurama (Japan). «Poets in Mykolaiv» — a poem about the russian invasion of Ukraine in 2022
"Pummelling surrounding villages.
Forcing thousands to flee.
‘Orcs’ are on the outskirts.
To the east and south.
She has decided.
For her youngest children.
It’s time to leave Mykolaiv.
To hug and goodbye..."(Kurama)
Людмила Кибалка. Збірка віршів «Україна»
"Батьківська хата — Берегиня роду.
Вона скарбниця золота,
Де зберігається знання родоводу
Та історія рідного народу."(Людмила Кибалка)
"For the freedom.
For the freedom of the entire civilised world.
The light and the darkness.
The light and the darkness between ‘Mordor’ and the entire world.
Three months a soldier.
Three months a soldier had put university on hold.
Engaged he believes.
Engaged he believes in the mission of his life..."(Kurama)
"“I am ready to continue my fight.”
In a hospital bed in his home city, Poltava.
His pelvis is supported by metal scaffolding.
His recovery should take around eight months.
Despite the concerned look on his mother's face.
He has no doubt what he wants to do next.
“It could be both at the frontline or somewhere else.”
“I’ll help the army to bring victory over ‘orcs’ closer.”
A smiling 25-year-old soldier.
Suffered many injuries while trying to defend Mariupol..."
(Kurama)
"To flee the heavily-bombed city.
My "craziest journey" by bicycle unharmed.
From Severodonetsk to Bakhmut.
At least two air strikes near me.
There were holes on the road.
Everything there was smashed up.
It's a frontline road, after all.
Thank God, there were no corpses..."(Kurama)
"Sleep, my sweet heart.
Sleep at home.
You are my sweet heart.
I am your sweet home.
Sleep, my sweet heart.
Sleep at home.
You are living on the breast.
Today is another day..."(Kurama)
"Where am I coming?
It’s a wrong road.
Shot and burnt.
Familiar cars need familiar faces.
Where am I coming?
It’s a wrong road.
Twisted and crumbled away.
Familiar fences need familiar faces..."(Kurama)
"Pinning shadows against walls.
Raise me up. Raise me up.
Feeling the breathing of fire blazes.
Raise me up. Raise me up.
Creeping frozen darkness up on me.
Warm me up. Warm me up.
Leading flames on my own.
Warm me up. Warm me up."(Kurama)
"вулкани воєн
вирвані з глибин воєм
наближаючись до твого дому
намагаються наблизити його теж
до дна
ціною спустошень пожеж
багна
дико
задля стискання горлечка
яке розривається криком
спротиву вибухів болю
їх вистачить світ затопити вволю..."(Галина Мирослава)
"Welcome home, dear sunshine.
A gracious smile. Yes, I’m alive.
Welcome home, dear sunshine.
Deep in the sky. Yes, I’m alive.
Welcome home, dear sunshine.
Long absence. Yes, I’m alive...."(Kurama)
"Вітаю Вас, дорогі і близькі моєму серцю друзі! Обіймаю Вас і дякую за тепле та цікаве спілкування. Вітаю з днем пам'яті святого Юрія Побідоносця. Молімося за перемогу. Оце вже й травень. А у травні так багато зела, хочеться спробувати в дії побільше рослин. Можливо, Ви вже пробували фарбувати квітами з клумби і отримали чудові весняні кольори від культурних сортів червоних тюльпанів чи суцвіть бузку. І те, і те фарбує в зелений колір (бузок дає теплий, а тюльпани — холодний відтінок). Я ж зараз випробовую дикі рослини. Цього року, слава Богу, я вже встигла випробувати три види глухокропивових — усі вони фарбують в зелену барву різних відтінків. Найгустіший та найприємніший колір подарував розхідник..." (Ірина Михалевич)
Kurama (Japan). «A poet with caissa» — a poem about war in Ukraine 2022 (video, author's singing)
"Where is the board?
Caissa is with me.
Art, only art.
Her ruthless breast can move.
Endless bombardment.
Without water and food.
Trapped or luring?
Playing chess..."(Kurama)
Kurama (Japan). «A poet from Kramatorsk» — a poem about the russian invasion of Ukraine in 2022
"How many legs?
How many griefs?
I’ve thought over.
If I didn’t go.
How many angers?
How many tears?
I think over.
If I didn't go..."(Kurama)
"“I like to see students.
So please turn on the cameras.
Please do not sleep.
Mine is also almost always on.”
“They understand where I am.
So, they have to get out of bed.”
Says a professor in a trench.
Where he dug deep with his hands."(Kurama)
"У кожній квартирі,
Та у кожній хатині,
Чекають на день
у сонці та мирі.
У кожному місті,
У кожнім селі,
Вже є перемоги,
Великі й малі..."(Маринка Українка)
Kurama (Japan). «Poets waiting for a hostage in ‘mordor’» — a poem about war in Ukraine 2022
"‘Orcs’ torture the land.
‘Orcs’ torture, but he’ll be back to.
‘Orcs’ torture the land."(Kurama)
"Was it only blind bad luck?
Vanished. What does that mean?
Was it only blind bad luck?
Disappeared. What was that cause?
A father went out on an errand,
and didn't return.
In the village of Hurivshchyna.
She is waiting for her father..."(Kurama)
"All that time we were praying."
Numerous ‘orcs’ checkpoints.
Passing through the horror.
"We thought those were our last minutes.
It was extremely scary.
But we were lucky."(Kurama)
"what to tell children
what fairy tales to recite
what songs to sing them
what lullabies when the wind
growls like a bear in the night?"(Gabriel Rosenstock)
"‘Orcs’ tortured the land.
‘Orcs’ tortured, but he’s back to.
‘Orcs’ tortured the land..."(Kurama)
